"Wow, you get the day off and you spend it holed up with your pile of bolts?"

The enormous hangar was silent, before a furred head poked out from an overhanging catwalk platform. Rumble furrowed his brow, glaring down at the uninvited visitor. The pigtailed fighter yordle grinned mischievously as she picked up a mallet and twirled it around.

"Damn it, Poppy, get awa--" started Rumble, before being interrupted by a loud crash of wood against metal.  "... Huh, this pile of bolts is stronger than I thought," quipped Poppy, as she dropped the broken mallet on the ground, still sizzling from the magical power fueled into it. Rumble could only sigh as he looked down at the sizable dent in his mech's leg.

Then, he heard the iron ladder that led up to the platform clank noisily. The blue-furred yordle gulped as Poppy hoisted herself up onto the metal platform. "Hey, what're you doing up here, huh?" she said as Rumble dusted himself off. "Just making sure it doesn't fall apart, like you just helped me with," he retorted.

Poppy cackled as she walked over and slapped him on the back. "Aw, come on, it's not that bad! Just hammer it back out!" All the while, Rumble was trying to back away into a corner of the catwalk. In the meagre lighting of the hangar, he could make out a good view of Poppy's casual outfit. The heavy chainmail and armor she always wore in the Rift made way for a low-cut tank top and shorts. Her curves were much more pronounced compared to when she was in full regalia.

The hangar felt humid as Poppy waved her hand in front of Rumble's face. "Hey, hey, Rumble! Did you just hear what I just said?" she called out. "Uh, huh? W-What?" blurted out Rumble. Poppy looked at him incredulously for a moment, before her lips curved into a smile. "... Oh, sorry, am I distracting you from your work, Rumble?" she giggled. Clasping her hands in front of her, her arms squeezed her chest alluringly. Poppy leaned forward; her nose almost touched Rumble's own.

"N-N-No... I-I just..." stammered Rumble, as Poppy's female scent wafted into his face. His memory started to replay the last time Poppy's advances had gotten the better of him, back in the Rift. "Ah, you're thinking about it, right? Aren't you?" teased Poppy, as if she had read his mind. Her hand brushed against his stomach, and a shock traveled through Rumble's body. By then, he was already up against a wall, and she was playfully messing with the straining elastic on his pants.

Poppy tugged down his pants, freeing his dick from its stifling prison. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise as she looked down. "Ohhhh. Are you already that ready, or am I just seeing things?" she giggled, much to Rumble's chagrin. "No, Poppy, you--- Grnk!" he said, before his cock's painful engorgements stopped him. Poppy had ran a single finger up the back of his shaft, and he couldn't deny its effects.